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Hi, this is the next part of the Holly mini-series. It follows on from these stories;
1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-s-hellish-trap-at-the-amusement-park-mfff*-f
2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...orture-at-the-Amusement-Park-Continues-*mff-f
3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...re-continues-into-the-night-*mff-fff-(Sexual)
Enjoy! 🙂
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Charlotte waited patiently and watched Holly’s face on the monitor. She looked so peaceful, even if lit up in hues of orange and red thanks to the UV paint. It had been six and a half hours since Charlotte had sealed Holly inside the tickle-coffin, putting her half an hour over the minimum amount of sleep a tickle-slave needed. But Charlotte decided Holly had endured enough torment and ecstasy the night before to warrant a little extra rest. It had been a bumper evening of tickle and orgasm play that had further broken-in the troupes new tickle toy and gained another one.
While Holly was granted a slight lie-in Liz had already been woken and locked in the stocks for the day. The troupe’s newest addition solved the previous day’s shortage of wenches willing to have their feet licked by a goat, this would be Liz’s role in the show for as long as she could stand it. Mary had treated Liz’s soles with her specialist skills so that they would be deadly ticklish but the goat’s raspy tongues would not lick them raw. Liz had kept her soles in good condition but the troupe understood that older victims could withstand the goat torture for longer than supple young things like Holly.
Holly’s soles had been treated too, over special nylon stockings and toe-ties a pair of wrap-around slipper-socks kept her feet warm and moist in a solution Mary had prepared, the devious ginger wench was eagerly experimenting on Holly; trying to push her soles to the boundaries of possible sensitivity. Emerging from deep sleep Holly began to stir, nightmares of her weekend of torture swirling in her mind. On Friday she had been trapped in the park owner’s tickle-chair only be tortured long into the night. Saturday she had been exhibited behind as part of the medieval torture display and then tortured for the pleasure of her captors into the night.
The traumatic memories of Holly’s ordeal merged as she squirmed, her confinement in the coffin reminding her of the many methods of restraint used throughout her previous torment. Her squirms and struggles attracted Charlotte’s attention and she pressed the button to record. A monitor in split-screen mode showed Holly’s UV painted face as well as the foot-end of the coffin. Charlotte considered opening the coffin to reveal Holly’s soles stocked inside but decided to let Holly wake up naturally. Charlotte watched on the screen as her victim’s eyes opened with a look of panic.
Inside the coffin Holly struggled hopelessly, she knew she was restrained but could not see or hear anything. Her entire world consisted of one tiny red light directly in front of her and the pressure around her wrists, ankles and knees. As she tried not to hyperventilate she knew that she was in an enclosed space from the way the air behaved around her face. She could feel her own shoulders with her hands as well as the wrist restraints that held her arms crossed in front of her chest. From her limited struggles felt her elbows against something that felt like wood. There was something soft but firm around her neck and something hard holding her mid-shins like a second set of stocks. Holly tried to curl her toes but could not, her sensitive feet felt the nylons, toe-ties and extra woolly layer of fabric keeping them so warm. As memories of her captivity flooded back her nightmares turned into terror. Maybe they hadn’t noticed she was awake, maybe she could lie still and escape torture for a couple of hours. But playing Possum wouldn’t work! Charlotte strode towards the base of the coffin, the heels on her thigh-high boot clicking loudly enough for Holly to hear. Charlotte opened the drawer at the foot of the coffin to reveal Holly’s trapped soles, as she slowly began removing the slipper socks Holly’s terror turned into rage;
[SIZE=5[B]“LET ME OUT OF HERE AT ONCE YOU FUCKING PERVERTED FREAKS!!! OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU THEN SUE YOU!!!!”[/B][/SIZE] Holly screamed at the top of her lungs.
Charlotte smiled as her victim’s feet vibrated futilely with rage. She liked it when her victim’s lost control whether to anger, fear or lust it was second only to breaking a victim and the feeling of dominance as they submitted to her. Had she had the time she would have spent half an hour slowly removing Holly’s wrap-around slipper socks just to watch her prey move between threats, pleas for mercy and apprehensive whimpers as her soles were slowly exposed. Since she had let Holly enjoy her beauty sleep and they had a busy schedule she satisfied herself with removing them slowly, but not millimetre by millimetre; a pleasure she would enjoy if she ever earned this brat as a prize.
“Ohh! Is sleeping beauty awake?” Amanda asked in her soft Northern accent as she entered the room.
Charlotte just smiled and winked at her submissive throwing the last slipper sock to the corner of the room with a smile. Amanda was followed by Mary and several of the male performers. Holly could not only hear the sound of the approaching footfall but feel it through the vibrations that carried up through the floor. Other than that her world consisted of one small red light and the sensation of cool air on her stocking clad feet. Normally the sensation would have passed her by but the toe-ties and air rippling over her sensitive feet was almost agony. She remembered her captors discussing how it would be ‘ticklish to walk’ and dreaded what they had done to her. The sensations paled in comparison to Charlotte’s nails which began teasingly at her heels and worked slowly up her arches.
“HHHHHAAAA-HA-HA-HA!.. NOOOO! STO-O-HO-HO-OOP!!!!!!” Holly Screamed, certain that her feet had grown more sensitive in the night.
“Good job Mary! I didn’t believe you could increase their sensitivity further!” Charlotte remarked.
“Yes, but we will have to put her in Ugg boots and limit stimulation for a few hours, but that should play into your plans from what I understand….” Mary replied before adding;
“Mike how do you get the holes in the sides to open up?”
“Like this…” Mike replied
With several clicks Holly felt her prison quiver; ‘definitely made of wood’ the calculating part of her mind thought as the rest just trembled in fear.
Tired of chit-chat her captors dug in. Amanda joined her mistress at Holly’s soles whilst Mary used the holes to access the backs of Holly’s knees. Mike and another male assailant used similar holes on opposite sides of the coffin to tickle Holly’s sides and ribs. Holly went insane; she had never felt so trapped, she couldn’t even kick, there was a pillow or something under her calves and also above her thighs keeping her legs slightly bent and immobile. The coffin rattled but held firm, the sensations of fingernails on her lotioned and stocking-clad soles was the worst but the torture of upper body and legs was infuriating due to her totally immobility combined with her inability to predict her tormentors targets. She had been blindfolded before but always capable of some movement. The coffin aggravated Holly’s need for control and her captors knew it. Holly rage turned to pleading as her early morning torture broke her before the day had even begun;
“PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!.... STOP TICKLING ME!!!!... JUST LET ME OUT!!!!.... I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!! PLEASE!!!!” Holly begged in a child-like voice as she approached the silent laughter stage.
Finally her captors relented and began releasing her from the coffin. As the lid was opened Holly spotted that the little red light was from a camera. Humiliated that her ordeal and pleas for mercy were somehow captured on camera despite the darkness of the coffin Holly’s began to fume. Before she was fully released some of the perverts tore away her stockings and began to wipe her feet with a rag: next Mary began to apply some kind of powder with a tickly brush. As Holly struggled to see what was going on she noticed that Mary was wearing blue surgical gloves.
“What… What are you doing? What is that?” Holly asked through suppressed giggles.
“You will find out!” Charlotte replied.
As Holly’s feet were released they were guided into Ugg boots with crossing leather straps and padlocks at the tops just above her calves. The boots fit perfectly and Holly was inwardly thankful for the protection they provided her ultra-ticklish feet whilst also dreading their purpose, in addition to the locks there was something else odd about them. They had something hard and plastic on the sides and backs and what felt like tubes running around the edges. Handcuffed and struggling Holly was guided for breakfast, she refused to eat and looked around for a means of escape, she would have kicked her captors had they not tied her legs together also making her steps short and awkward.
“Now you may not remember the plans we mentioned yesterday but we are making a visit to your aunt’s and we need to get there before she gets home from Church…” Charlotte began
“I’m not going!” Holly protested.
“You will come with us, pack your things and leave a letter. I also recommend you eat you breakfast like a good girl!” Charlotte replied in a stern but sweet voice.
Holly spat, her mouth was dry but it was clear she was aiming for Charlotte’s eyes.
“I will make you pay for that, Mary! A demonstration!” Charlotte decreed.
Holly was seized by several of the male performers. Mary approached and slipped another pair of surgical gloves back on.
“This is the same powder we applied to your feet, in itself a harmless substance as long as you keep it out of your eyes and don’t inhale or consume too much of it!...” Charlotte began as Mary applied a tiny amount of the white powder, less than a fraction of what had been applied to Holly’s feet.
“…But once the reagent is applied to the same area, well it behaves less like the kinds of itching powder you might get in a joke shop and more of an extreme irritant!” Charlotte concluded as Mary produced a syringe of clear fluid.
“No!” Holly wailed! As the first few drops appeared on the blunt plastic tip of the syringe.
“We thought you might need persuasion!” Mary gloated as she dripped the dreaded fluid on the patch of skin on Holly’s forearm the powder had been applied to.
“Now we only applied a small amount and the powder won’t have soaked through to the lower layers of your skin, but still you will be pleased to know that there is an antidote…” Charlotte began as Holly’s struggled change from an attempt to escape towards trying to scratch her arm.
“Oh God it itches!” Holly screamed as her captors held her firm.
“And it will get worse and less responsive to the antidote, so I recommend you agree to eat your breakfast and come to your Aunt’s like a good girl.” Charlotte concluded.
“Okay! Okay! Get this fucking stuff off me!” Holly wailed.
Mary washed the area with another fluid from a beaker with a plastic lid and then soaked a bandage in another solution whilst Mike wiped the affected area of Holly’s arm down with a wet towel. The itching subsided but didn’t completely disappear. As a foam cast were applied to Holly’s arm the desperate brunette would have still scratched herself bloody if not restrained. Even after she was released she still rubbed her arm against the table edge.
“Unless your plight wasn’t made clear to you within the soles of your boots are containers of the reagent connected to a hydraulic delivery system, with one push of a button I could give you itchy feet for a year!” Charlotte tainted.
“YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!!!!” Holly screamed in a tantrum lunging at Charlotte.
“Takes one to know one!” Charlotte replied with a smile holding up the remote control for Holly’s boots as her accomplices held Holly in place.
“Now be a good girl, eat your breakfast, drink your coffee and think about what to put in your note telling your aunt you will be staying with friends for a week or two…” Charlotte added cruelly.
Holly went deadly silent. Sullenly she sulked as she ate, drank and desperately tried to think of a way out of this hell-hole. She at least got to see her tickle-trap from another perspective, mentally mapping the areas, corridors and hidey-holes of the medieval torture exhibit. If she was to make good her escape she needed to know the lay of the land. As Holly was guided through the torture exhibit her captors led her past on Liz sitting nervously in the stocks, she squirmed as Mary applied brine to her soles with a thick brush, the procession paused.
“Let’s have a preview then Mary!” Charlotte’s voice rang out as the procession paused.
Liz squirmed apprehensively as the goats were brought forwards. Holly knew the pure hell their tickly raspy tongues delivered but hated Liz with her stupid fringe and perverse desires. A part of her was glad that she got to witness the start of the mature woman’s torture but the rest of her was so angry she didn’t notice the sexual undertones to her schadenfreude as the goat’s tongues began to lap up the brine from Liz’s arches.
“Oh my God!” Liz exclaimed turning red in the face and struggling, she had read about this torture but had never experienced it.
“That will be Liz’s task all day provided her soles can take it!” Amanda piped up.
“I suspect I will have to step into the stocks a few times!” Mary chipped in with a devious smile, curling her toes in her authentic shoes in anticipation of the torturous sensations a part of her relished.
“And at the end of the day we shall scrub and heat Liz’s soles to see just how sensitive they can become!” Amanda eagerly explained.
“It is her initiation…” Charlotte concluded
“And was yesterday mine?.... Or was it when you forced me to sign that contract under duress?” Holly sarcastically asked.
“Oh no! You are not an initiated member of the troupe! You have a contract as a performer but you are not part of the inner circle. You are our tickle-slave; that is all!...” Charlotte answered scornfully.
‘Tickle-slave indeed!’ Holly thought to herself angrily. She continued to sulk in the car as her captors gave her pen and paper to write the note for her aunt.
“I get car-sick!” She lied holding up the pen and pad of paper like a stubborn child.
“I’m sure your constitution will hold!” Charlotte replied peevishly.
Holly contemplated vomiting all over this bitch’s expensive BMW just to get her back but knew she would be punished. She thought of a better idea anyway. Cleverly Holly constructed the two messages together in her head; one similar to what Charlotte had told her to write, the other explaining she had been abducted and where to find her. With a quiet gleam in her eyes Holly wrote the message for her aunt, raising each letter of the secret message just enough to be picked out. Her aunt would notice what she had done, not only did they watch the documentary about the spies who did this kind of stuff together but her aunt was good at that stupid ‘Countdown’ program Holly was forced to watch with the numbers and letters. Although her vocabulary sometimes let her down Holly could usually pick out a long word from the random letter tiles just like her aunt, it was about the only think she had in common with the old bint!
Holly had once again bested the world; she had found a way out, she was going to vanquish her enemies and make them pay! She had thought of everything: except to hide her facial expressions and eye movements whilst encoding the message.
“Let’s have a look at that…” Charlotte asked, having spotted her captives suspicious behaviour in the rear-view mirror.
Holly handed the pad over smugly as the car pulled up at a red light. Charlotte barely glanced at it before tearing the top few sheets off and throwing the pad back at Holly;
“Nice try! Again with no hidden messages this time!”
Holly was aghast that her plan had failed.
“You don’t have a good poker face sweetie!” Amanda explained sweetly.
Holly was furious, angrily she wrote out a passive aggressive note for her stupid aunt; which ironically ended up conveying the exact angry and rude tone her aunt would expect from the spoiled brat. She was so angry she wrote the paragraphs in the wrong order so her original hidden message was jumbled up with sections missing. Holly seethed with anger, her rage clouded her thinking and she decided the best way out of this was to simply kick the shit out of this perverted pair of lesbo’s and make a run for it with that fucking remote control. As the car pulled up at Holly’s aunt’s Charlotte’s voice put an end Holly’s plans of violence.
“Oh did I forget to mention that if your boots detect they have moved a certain distance away from either myself or Amanda, they will inject the reagent automatically?” Charlotte asked.
Holly was stunned.
“We both have remote controls… Also one of us needs to push a button every half hour or else they go off automatically” Amanda added.
“Oh my god!” Holly stammered as she was escorted out of the car.
“Yeah we plan for things like secret codes and brutish physical violence!” Charlotte added.
“Please just let me go!” Holly pleaded.
“Sorry you know too much! And if Ath… If it works out with the powers that be, I want you for myself!” Charlotte replied.
Holly was still angry but her calculating mind had been given a new task, she had noted this Athena they had spoken about before but had always been delirious from tickle torture. The way Charlotte stumbled when saying her name made Holly aware it wasn’t something she was supposed to know about. She tried to think of some way to use this to her advantage but as she went around the house nothing came to her. Also she was nervous whenever she got too far away from either Charlotte or Amanda, having no idea what range the remote controls had. Now that she thought about it she had noticed Amanda fiddle with something during the car drive but was too busy writing her note to see which pocket it came from. Her ruminations were cut short as Charlotte decreed;
“Okay, so we got your bags packed quickly enough. Lie down on the bed whilst we tie you to it!....”
“What?!” Holly asked dumbstruck.
“We want some fun!” Amanda added.
Begrudgingly Holly obeyed, fearful of the terrible threat posed by the boots, her forearm still itched.
With scarves Holly’s wrists and ankles were tied to the bed, a blindfold was produced and Holly prayed her aunt got home early to catch these freaks in the act. Holly was certain they were going to tickle her and was glad of the Ugg boots for the protection they gave her ticklish feet, despite hating them and whichever sick bastard invented them. It came as a shock when Charlotte slipped a wet hand down the front of her panties and Amanda began to undress her.
“What are you d… Hey that tingles…” Holly gasped, hating the surprised arousal I her voice. Her crotch began to feel amazing it was like the first time she discovered touching herself in the tub time times a thousand.
“My cruel hand giveth, my cruel hand tortures and my cruel hand taketh away!” Charlotte teased, like the powder and reagent the stimulating gel was her own invention.
“Why are you doing this to me!” Holly asked.
“Believability, humiliation or just a private fantasy… Take you pick!” Charlotte replied as she switched on the vibrator.
Holly sighed as the vibrator made contact with her already wet pussy, as the smooth hard tip was rubbed up and down against her clit her captor mimicked humping her, messing up the bedsheet and winking at one another. Holly hated the fact these creeps were going to force her to orgasm again and didn’t understand why they were doing it. Still she found it hard to resist their administration, her sheets and mattress were already soaked with quim. As she moaned something was stuffed into her mouth. Her protests mixed with her sighs of pleasure, she didn’t know whose it was but she knew it was a sock, by the smell and taste a man’s sock!
“She is amazing isn’t she!” Amanda declared; “Not only is that fake sweat on the sock, No DNA! But she made this tingle-gel. Even without the vibrator it would force you to orgasm in a matter of minutes….”
As Amanda spoke the first orgasm hit Holly like freight truck to be followed by many more. The orgasmic release of the previous night paled in comparison as the full rapture of inescapable bliss washed over her. As Holly continued to Climax her captors began tickling her sides, the gel felt so good Holly barely registered the sensation. Holly still laughed and squirmed the tickling adding the pleasure she felt. ‘Hmm so the association treatment is beginning to take effect’ Charlotte thought to herself as she tickled the backs of Holly’s knees. After ten more minutes of tickling and vibrator play Charlotte decided the time had come. Holly was out of it, she was scarcely aware as Charlotte declared:
“Gel on!”
Charlotte stood poised with a wipe whilst Holly writhed in ecstasy panting for air….
“Gel off!!!” Charlotte declared bringing the wipe down and firmly wiping all the gel away from Holly’s pussy.
It was like someone had switched off a light. Holly took a double take, her pussy still tingled slightly but she had been taken from a nearly unbearable high to a panting but stable half-naked exhausted wreck.
“What!... How is that even possible!” Holly asked dumbstruck.
“Because I am very clever!” Charlotte answered, carefully bagging up the wipe.
“We had better go!” Amanda chimed in
Holly was still trembling as she was given a new pair of panties, her old ones had been thrown into a corner with obvious soiling from the first squirts of quim. As she was guided out of the room Charlotte threw something on the messy bed.
“Hey!” Holly shouted, spotting the arching tied condom mid-air.
“Your aunt and father will be disappointed but from what I have heard not surprised!” Charlotte teased.
“You… fucking!....” Was all Holly could manage as the condom landed in the middle of messy bed, the centrepiece of the character assassination that would prevent Holly’s family from looking for her…
Holly didn’t care what her stupid aunt thought about her but knew this debacle would lengthen her captivity, she could imagine the phone calls between her aunt and her parents and knew it would take them a while to realise she was missing and in danger. Amanda kept grinning at her mistress seeing only the genius and none of the cruelty, lost in Stockholm syndrome and her private fantasy world.
“Again no D.N.A! It’s not just mayonnaise either, it even spells like Jizz!” Amanda excitedly explained, marvelling at her mistress’s ingenuity.
Holly was trembling with rage; these people had tortured and humiliated her, now it was like they had violated her in an entirely different way. She was truly a captive and dreaded the boots that forced her to follow her captors back to the car. This time they decided to Hog-tie her and put her in the boot. It was only when she was tied tight with a rope running between her legs that Holly felt the strange lump in her panties. She looked up into Charlotte’s unforgiving eyes as the car-boot was closed;
“A little treat for the drive home, just pray we don’t get the remotes mixed up!” Charlotte purred.
Holly was furious, tied up like a hostage victim, helpless and subject to involuntary orgasms; she hated the way the residual tingling made her want the vibrating panties to activate. She shouted at the devil as the boot closed and she was engulfed in darkness, she raged as the care drove off. The Nature of her bondage meant that as she moved with the car the rope between her thighs pushed against her vibrator, any pleasure she felt was vastly outweighed by her anger. Holly was still red in the face and full of fury as the boot re-opened after around ten minutes of driving.
“No, sorry! This is too good for you!... Spitting at m!... Secret codes!... Amanda help me get her feet through the hole for ski’s” Charlotte snapped.
Holly struggled but all too soon she was lying on her back her arms cuffed to each side of the car’s boot. To her relief the boots were removed but before she could kick her ankles were seized, wrapped in bandages and guided through the ski compartment leading to the back-seat. As her captors exited the boot Holly noted they had pulled up on an overgrown country road, hopefully a passing car or cyclist would catch them in the act of abducting her, but alas the parcel shelf was pulled over her little prison and the boot was closed.
“Shall I drive mistress?” Amanda meekly asked.
“No, my pet! You have been a good slave lately; I think you deserve a little treat!” Charlotte replied.
Amanda was ecstatic, she clapped her hands with glee and climbed into the back seat of the car. She opened the little drinks compartment, pulling down the shelf to reveal Holly’s pretty feet and a selection of tickle-toys! Charlotte was both imaginative and creative and had found a far better use for this feature of her Swish BMW. Customising it for her own personal tastes. As Charlotte started the car Amanda restrained Holly’s struggling toes in little elastic loops to the top of the ski-compartment. Soon Holly’s soles were totally immobile, from the boot Holly thrashed and screaming into her gag.
Amanda selected a feather to begin with and gently began teasing around Holly’s toes and the delicate areas underneath. This was the soft prelude to the tortures she would inflict upon these captive soles. Slowly Amanda began dragging the sharp quill end of the feathers up and down her victim’s arches, changing pace and speed to keep her administrations unpredictable. Bored with the feather Amanda selected a soft brush and resumed teasing Holly’s delicate toes. She found that one brush breezing between the toes and one quill gave the most tortured muffled cries from the boot. Holly’s muffled cries were music to Amanda’s ears but she wanted to up the tempo. She replaced the feather and brush into their little plastic compartments and took time to ponder which tools to use next. The custom fetish compartment was well stocked; Amanda remembered fondly helping mistress install it and stock it with some of their spare toys, before obediently slipping her feet through the hole for the honour of being the first tickle-victim to ‘road-test’ the highly portable bondage device.
Inside the car boot Holly caught her breath, the cessation in stimulation gave her no respite and as she drew in much needed panicked breathes she anxiously wondered what would tickle her feet next. Holly thought she heard the click and whir of an electric toothbrush and groaned into her gag, she screamed with a start and thousands of pointy bristles attack her arches. The other side of car seats Amanda smiled as she held the whirring electric toothbrush aloft in one hand whilst attacking Holly’s soles with the hairbrush held in the other. With a slow circling movement she lowered the evil bristles to a favourite spot between Holly’s toes and watched as the feet frantically shook in their immobile bondage. From the boot of the car Holly thrashed, Amanda was a masterful torturer and despite not being able to enjoy the view this car drive would seem to take a very long time for Holly. At the traffic lights Charlotte switched off Holly’s vibrator and quickly text messaged Mike asking him if they could pull into the garage, she wanted to join her submissive for a while, the stolen glances in the rear view mirror proving to be a tempting distraction.
Amanda worked through all of the tools stored in the adapted ski-compartment, she found the hairbrush toothbrush combination to be the most effective but also had a soft spot for flossers. Inside the boot of the car Holly had succumbed to silent laughter interspersed with fits of pure rage. Every now and then Amanda would stop to let her catch her breath, not wanting her victim to pass out unconscious. As the car pulled into the garage she scarcely noticed the car come to stop and kept her seat belt on until long after her mistress joined her. With Charlotte’s help two hairbrushes attacked each of Holly’s arches whilst electric toothbrushes and flossers were exchanged between her two captors to explore her toes. Holly couldn’t think, her entire world consisted of the terrible sensations that moved unpredictably over the soft hyper-sensitive skin of her soles. She didn’t notice as the boot opened to Mike’s grinning face. The ark of light was nothing to her she simply kept laughing and crying her body nearly limp.
“Okay let’s tickle her ‘till she passes out so we can get her into the show discretely!” Mike declared.
The tempo of Holly’s foot tickling was taken up a notch and Mike and the big ugly man began tickling her upper body. Holly was too tired to struggle anymore and succumbed to the sensations. She was too out of it to notice the arousal rising in her loins despite the vibrator being switched off; over the past few days she had been tickled and forced to orgasm and her fraught mind was starting to blur the sensations. Any angry pride was long tickled away as she just accepted her torment and hoped to either pass soon. Holly was broken, already well on her way to being an obedient tickle-slave. As darkness washed over her captors and checked their watches.
“Too late to start her in the bed, but we might be able to get her in the stocks!” Mike announced.
Holly awoke swiftly to a sharp minty smell. Her eyes focused on Amanda in a puritan costume holding a small pungent bottle. As she took in her surroundings she struggled, she was stocks and gagged with her arms tied over her head. Fake candlelight flickered and reflected from the glass pane in front of her. With a groan Holly realised she was back in the stocks, they were going to exhibit her and tickle her like they did the day before. She curled her toes against the little loops of string as Amanda left to demonstrate a Scold’s bridle. Holly could hear the interrogation of her handmaiden in the next room, a sure sign that her torture would be next. It was the platinum blonde again only this time her captors were rejected every town she named in a desperate attempt to stop her torture;
“You Lady can’t have fled to Coventry! We know this… Now the truth girl!” Charlotte’s voice rang out.
“Just please stop!....” The helpless handmaiden pleaded.
Holly could hear that the poor thing could take no more, they hadn’t even tickled her this badly yesterday; little did she know it but Holly was the cause of the extra torture. The extra time it took to secure and rouse her from her slumber had added precious minutes to the platinum blonde’s ordeal who had been pushed way past her limits in terms of endurance, true Charlotte could have taken it easy on her but that just wasn’t the dominatrix’s style! Finally the platinum Blonde shouted out;
“YOOOO-OOOO---ORRRK!” And promptly passed out.
Charlotte smiled, it was good to know what the little blonde could take, even if she would have to be excused from torture for the rest of the day. Charlotte had loved the rush she had felt every time her young victim had screamed ‘York’… her agreed safe-word, and desperately tried every other potential destination she could think of.
Now it was time to tickle-torture Holly. Mary had cleaned the powder off her soles so that Charlotte could use her fingertips. As much as fun as the tools had been in the car Charlotte loved feeling the soft, pink and plump flesh of a victim’s feet under her gentle torturous caress. She had been tempted to dig in back when Holly was trapped in the car but knew that contact with even a drop of the reagent would have her trying to bite her fingers off within seconds. As she closed the door she smiled mockingly at Holly. The once headstrong teen looked up with a desperate look of foreboding, she knew there would be no mercy but her eyes betrayed her terror…. ‘Oh this one will make a brilliant tickle-slave!’ Charlotte thought to herself.
Charlotte began slowly, gently tracing the pads of her fingertips up the sides of Holly’s feet and teasing the tops with her sharp nails. When she reached Holly’s little toes she gave the balls of Holly’s feet a barrage of sharp nails before slowly tracing on nail up and down each arch. Holly went insane; suddenly realising her anticipation had been mixed with excitement, and her torment mixed with arousal. There was no stimulation to her pussy and yet she was growing wet. The worst was when Charlotte would stop and gently tease her soles with her palms or her fingers laid flat. This barely tickled but turned Holly on so much she turned red in the face. As the curtains closed the captive teen climaxed long and hard furious with rage that these sick freaks had turned her into one of them.
During Holly’s next exhibition Charlotte was joined by the platinum Blonde who had insisted upon being allowed to join in to make up for her extra torture on the bed. The added clumsy touches prevented Holly’s arousal from getting the better of her. The platinum blonde didn’t know how to play Holly like Charlotte, and even she had the skill wasn’t in on the game. Still the way the newcomer looked down her nose at Holly brought back her rage, she had always hated blondes! Despite not being tickled to orgasm again Holly still became highly aroused and dreading climaxing for the platinum blonde. She was spared this humiliation but not during her next session with Mary who even whispered in her ears;
“Oh yes are you going to cum for me my little sweetheart!” The portly ginger wench cooed.
The revelation that her captor knew exactly what she was doing furthered Holly’s anger but still her frazzled mind betrayed her. Unlike her other torturers Mary did not just focus on Holly’s feet and teased her trapped legs and tormented her writhing upper body. Holly was so consumed by her torture she still felt phantom fingers and feather tickling her soles as her captor explored every inch of her tender young body. Holly hated Mary most of all, and longed to have her racked and tickled unaware that her musings fuelled the fire in her loins. Holly was being moulded into a ‘ler as well as a ‘lee. The captive brunette’s torture continued all afternoon with brief breaks for her to regain her breath. Holly was tickled to orgasm countless times without the need for direct stimulation to her pussy. Her nipples grew hard against the silk of her medieval shift but the gown prevented the crowd from spotting them. Her face grew red with exertion as her captors skilfully teased her soles, it was like there was a direct link between the soles of her feet and her libido. Holly hung with exhaustion as the last session came to an end, she only knew it was the end of the day because almost all of the performers had crowded round in her small cell to drive her to the very limit of her endurance. As the curtain closed they began discussing their plans for the evening.
“So Liz ready to give your old friends the show of their lives?” Mary asked.
“I’m sure they will be far more interested in this sweet young thing!” Liz replied giving Holly’s sides one last squeeze.
“I’m afraid we have other plans for our sweet little princess…” Charlotte replied.
“Did you clear that with…” Mike began
“Oh yes! We are to give this one a bed for the night and some training!” Charlotte interjected.
“Looks like your friends from yesterday will have their dreams of tickling you fulfilled!” Mary teased.
Liz just squirmed, she had roleplayed with some of these guys online and knew just how intense their desires were; she had never let them tickle her in real life though and had earned a reputation as a tease. Liz knew how desperately they longed to tickle her, and how little she could stand it after the goat’s tongue. Liz curled her toes remembering the rough raspy tongues of the goats, her soles had never been this sensitive before. She hoped that the fact she had informed most of her torturer’s to be about this place would give her some quarter from the pent up frustration of her fellow ler’s: but deep down she knew there would be no mercy.
Holly meanwhile sank into a deep weary doze, she was aware of what was happening and being said but could not respond. She knew she was being taken somewhere and guessed merciless tickle torture would await her but could not resist or struggle. She was glad when she was seated in the rear of Charlotte’s BMW instead of being stuffed back into the boot for more road trip entertainment. Holly was starting to rouse from her stupor as she was blindfold and handcuffed by Amanda. She had just realised she was wearing the Ugg boots again and began to explore the straps that prevented her from removing them herself. Didn’t know that the powder had been removed but dreaded the itchy hell that awaited if she disobeyed her captors, her forearm had only just stopped itching. Holly was guided by Amanda and Charlotte from the car; it was a short trip and Holly tried to count the turns, she lost count and was totally disoriented when her blindfold was removed.
Holly’s eyes opened wide with shock. The room she had been guided to was a 21st Century dungeon with tickle art on the walls and bondage devices against every wall. She had been handcuffed with her arms above her head. The young brunette began to panic as she looked around, there were torture devices she couldn’t have imagined all smartly decked out in black padded leather and red leather straps. She didn’t know what her ‘training’ would involve but guessed from the assortment of feathers and tools that tickling would be a prominent means of discipline.
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Charlotte waited patiently and watched Holly’s face on the monitor. She looked so peaceful, even if lit up in hues of orange and red thanks to the UV paint. It had been six and a half hours since Charlotte had sealed Holly inside the tickle-coffin, putting her half an hour over the minimum amount of sleep a tickle-slave needed. But Charlotte decided Holly had endured enough torment and ecstasy the night before to warrant a little extra rest. It had been a bumper evening of tickle and orgasm play that had further broken-in the troupes new tickle toy and gained another one.
While Holly was granted a slight lie-in Liz had already been woken and locked in the stocks for the day. The troupe’s newest addition solved the previous day’s shortage of wenches willing to have their feet licked by a goat, this would be Liz’s role in the show for as long as she could stand it. Mary had treated Liz’s soles with her specialist skills so that they would be deadly ticklish but the goat’s raspy tongues would not lick them raw. Liz had kept her soles in good condition but the troupe understood that older victims could withstand the goat torture for longer than supple young things like Holly.
Holly’s soles had been treated too, over special nylon stockings and toe-ties a pair of wrap-around slipper-socks kept her feet warm and moist in a solution Mary had prepared, the devious ginger wench was eagerly experimenting on Holly; trying to push her soles to the boundaries of possible sensitivity. Emerging from deep sleep Holly began to stir, nightmares of her weekend of torture swirling in her mind. On Friday she had been trapped in the park owner’s tickle-chair only be tortured long into the night. Saturday she had been exhibited behind as part of the medieval torture display and then tortured for the pleasure of her captors into the night.
The traumatic memories of Holly’s ordeal merged as she squirmed, her confinement in the coffin reminding her of the many methods of restraint used throughout her previous torment. Her squirms and struggles attracted Charlotte’s attention and she pressed the button to record. A monitor in split-screen mode showed Holly’s UV painted face as well as the foot-end of the coffin. Charlotte considered opening the coffin to reveal Holly’s soles stocked inside but decided to let Holly wake up naturally. Charlotte watched on the screen as her victim’s eyes opened with a look of panic.
Inside the coffin Holly struggled hopelessly, she knew she was restrained but could not see or hear anything. Her entire world consisted of one tiny red light directly in front of her and the pressure around her wrists, ankles and knees. As she tried not to hyperventilate she knew that she was in an enclosed space from the way the air behaved around her face. She could feel her own shoulders with her hands as well as the wrist restraints that held her arms crossed in front of her chest. From her limited struggles felt her elbows against something that felt like wood. There was something soft but firm around her neck and something hard holding her mid-shins like a second set of stocks. Holly tried to curl her toes but could not, her sensitive feet felt the nylons, toe-ties and extra woolly layer of fabric keeping them so warm. As memories of her captivity flooded back her nightmares turned into terror. Maybe they hadn’t noticed she was awake, maybe she could lie still and escape torture for a couple of hours. But playing Possum wouldn’t work! Charlotte strode towards the base of the coffin, the heels on her thigh-high boot clicking loudly enough for Holly to hear. Charlotte opened the drawer at the foot of the coffin to reveal Holly’s trapped soles, as she slowly began removing the slipper socks Holly’s terror turned into rage;
[SIZE=5[B]“LET ME OUT OF HERE AT ONCE YOU FUCKING PERVERTED FREAKS!!! OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU THEN SUE YOU!!!!”[/B][/SIZE] Holly screamed at the top of her lungs.
Charlotte smiled as her victim’s feet vibrated futilely with rage. She liked it when her victim’s lost control whether to anger, fear or lust it was second only to breaking a victim and the feeling of dominance as they submitted to her. Had she had the time she would have spent half an hour slowly removing Holly’s wrap-around slipper socks just to watch her prey move between threats, pleas for mercy and apprehensive whimpers as her soles were slowly exposed. Since she had let Holly enjoy her beauty sleep and they had a busy schedule she satisfied herself with removing them slowly, but not millimetre by millimetre; a pleasure she would enjoy if she ever earned this brat as a prize.
“Ohh! Is sleeping beauty awake?” Amanda asked in her soft Northern accent as she entered the room.
Charlotte just smiled and winked at her submissive throwing the last slipper sock to the corner of the room with a smile. Amanda was followed by Mary and several of the male performers. Holly could not only hear the sound of the approaching footfall but feel it through the vibrations that carried up through the floor. Other than that her world consisted of one small red light and the sensation of cool air on her stocking clad feet. Normally the sensation would have passed her by but the toe-ties and air rippling over her sensitive feet was almost agony. She remembered her captors discussing how it would be ‘ticklish to walk’ and dreaded what they had done to her. The sensations paled in comparison to Charlotte’s nails which began teasingly at her heels and worked slowly up her arches.
“HHHHHAAAA-HA-HA-HA!.. NOOOO! STO-O-HO-HO-OOP!!!!!!” Holly Screamed, certain that her feet had grown more sensitive in the night.
“Good job Mary! I didn’t believe you could increase their sensitivity further!” Charlotte remarked.
“Yes, but we will have to put her in Ugg boots and limit stimulation for a few hours, but that should play into your plans from what I understand….” Mary replied before adding;
“Mike how do you get the holes in the sides to open up?”
“Like this…” Mike replied
With several clicks Holly felt her prison quiver; ‘definitely made of wood’ the calculating part of her mind thought as the rest just trembled in fear.
Tired of chit-chat her captors dug in. Amanda joined her mistress at Holly’s soles whilst Mary used the holes to access the backs of Holly’s knees. Mike and another male assailant used similar holes on opposite sides of the coffin to tickle Holly’s sides and ribs. Holly went insane; she had never felt so trapped, she couldn’t even kick, there was a pillow or something under her calves and also above her thighs keeping her legs slightly bent and immobile. The coffin rattled but held firm, the sensations of fingernails on her lotioned and stocking-clad soles was the worst but the torture of upper body and legs was infuriating due to her totally immobility combined with her inability to predict her tormentors targets. She had been blindfolded before but always capable of some movement. The coffin aggravated Holly’s need for control and her captors knew it. Holly rage turned to pleading as her early morning torture broke her before the day had even begun;
“PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!.... STOP TICKLING ME!!!!... JUST LET ME OUT!!!!.... I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!! PLEASE!!!!” Holly begged in a child-like voice as she approached the silent laughter stage.
Finally her captors relented and began releasing her from the coffin. As the lid was opened Holly spotted that the little red light was from a camera. Humiliated that her ordeal and pleas for mercy were somehow captured on camera despite the darkness of the coffin Holly’s began to fume. Before she was fully released some of the perverts tore away her stockings and began to wipe her feet with a rag: next Mary began to apply some kind of powder with a tickly brush. As Holly struggled to see what was going on she noticed that Mary was wearing blue surgical gloves.
“What… What are you doing? What is that?” Holly asked through suppressed giggles.
“You will find out!” Charlotte replied.
As Holly’s feet were released they were guided into Ugg boots with crossing leather straps and padlocks at the tops just above her calves. The boots fit perfectly and Holly was inwardly thankful for the protection they provided her ultra-ticklish feet whilst also dreading their purpose, in addition to the locks there was something else odd about them. They had something hard and plastic on the sides and backs and what felt like tubes running around the edges. Handcuffed and struggling Holly was guided for breakfast, she refused to eat and looked around for a means of escape, she would have kicked her captors had they not tied her legs together also making her steps short and awkward.
“Now you may not remember the plans we mentioned yesterday but we are making a visit to your aunt’s and we need to get there before she gets home from Church…” Charlotte began
“I’m not going!” Holly protested.
“You will come with us, pack your things and leave a letter. I also recommend you eat you breakfast like a good girl!” Charlotte replied in a stern but sweet voice.
Holly spat, her mouth was dry but it was clear she was aiming for Charlotte’s eyes.
“I will make you pay for that, Mary! A demonstration!” Charlotte decreed.
Holly was seized by several of the male performers. Mary approached and slipped another pair of surgical gloves back on.
“This is the same powder we applied to your feet, in itself a harmless substance as long as you keep it out of your eyes and don’t inhale or consume too much of it!...” Charlotte began as Mary applied a tiny amount of the white powder, less than a fraction of what had been applied to Holly’s feet.
“…But once the reagent is applied to the same area, well it behaves less like the kinds of itching powder you might get in a joke shop and more of an extreme irritant!” Charlotte concluded as Mary produced a syringe of clear fluid.
“No!” Holly wailed! As the first few drops appeared on the blunt plastic tip of the syringe.
“We thought you might need persuasion!” Mary gloated as she dripped the dreaded fluid on the patch of skin on Holly’s forearm the powder had been applied to.
“Now we only applied a small amount and the powder won’t have soaked through to the lower layers of your skin, but still you will be pleased to know that there is an antidote…” Charlotte began as Holly’s struggled change from an attempt to escape towards trying to scratch her arm.
“Oh God it itches!” Holly screamed as her captors held her firm.
“And it will get worse and less responsive to the antidote, so I recommend you agree to eat your breakfast and come to your Aunt’s like a good girl.” Charlotte concluded.
“Okay! Okay! Get this fucking stuff off me!” Holly wailed.
Mary washed the area with another fluid from a beaker with a plastic lid and then soaked a bandage in another solution whilst Mike wiped the affected area of Holly’s arm down with a wet towel. The itching subsided but didn’t completely disappear. As a foam cast were applied to Holly’s arm the desperate brunette would have still scratched herself bloody if not restrained. Even after she was released she still rubbed her arm against the table edge.
“Unless your plight wasn’t made clear to you within the soles of your boots are containers of the reagent connected to a hydraulic delivery system, with one push of a button I could give you itchy feet for a year!” Charlotte tainted.
“YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!!!!” Holly screamed in a tantrum lunging at Charlotte.
“Takes one to know one!” Charlotte replied with a smile holding up the remote control for Holly’s boots as her accomplices held Holly in place.
“Now be a good girl, eat your breakfast, drink your coffee and think about what to put in your note telling your aunt you will be staying with friends for a week or two…” Charlotte added cruelly.
Holly went deadly silent. Sullenly she sulked as she ate, drank and desperately tried to think of a way out of this hell-hole. She at least got to see her tickle-trap from another perspective, mentally mapping the areas, corridors and hidey-holes of the medieval torture exhibit. If she was to make good her escape she needed to know the lay of the land. As Holly was guided through the torture exhibit her captors led her past on Liz sitting nervously in the stocks, she squirmed as Mary applied brine to her soles with a thick brush, the procession paused.
“Let’s have a preview then Mary!” Charlotte’s voice rang out as the procession paused.
Liz squirmed apprehensively as the goats were brought forwards. Holly knew the pure hell their tickly raspy tongues delivered but hated Liz with her stupid fringe and perverse desires. A part of her was glad that she got to witness the start of the mature woman’s torture but the rest of her was so angry she didn’t notice the sexual undertones to her schadenfreude as the goat’s tongues began to lap up the brine from Liz’s arches.
“Oh my God!” Liz exclaimed turning red in the face and struggling, she had read about this torture but had never experienced it.
“That will be Liz’s task all day provided her soles can take it!” Amanda piped up.
“I suspect I will have to step into the stocks a few times!” Mary chipped in with a devious smile, curling her toes in her authentic shoes in anticipation of the torturous sensations a part of her relished.
“And at the end of the day we shall scrub and heat Liz’s soles to see just how sensitive they can become!” Amanda eagerly explained.
“It is her initiation…” Charlotte concluded
“And was yesterday mine?.... Or was it when you forced me to sign that contract under duress?” Holly sarcastically asked.
“Oh no! You are not an initiated member of the troupe! You have a contract as a performer but you are not part of the inner circle. You are our tickle-slave; that is all!...” Charlotte answered scornfully.
‘Tickle-slave indeed!’ Holly thought to herself angrily. She continued to sulk in the car as her captors gave her pen and paper to write the note for her aunt.
“I get car-sick!” She lied holding up the pen and pad of paper like a stubborn child.
“I’m sure your constitution will hold!” Charlotte replied peevishly.
Holly contemplated vomiting all over this bitch’s expensive BMW just to get her back but knew she would be punished. She thought of a better idea anyway. Cleverly Holly constructed the two messages together in her head; one similar to what Charlotte had told her to write, the other explaining she had been abducted and where to find her. With a quiet gleam in her eyes Holly wrote the message for her aunt, raising each letter of the secret message just enough to be picked out. Her aunt would notice what she had done, not only did they watch the documentary about the spies who did this kind of stuff together but her aunt was good at that stupid ‘Countdown’ program Holly was forced to watch with the numbers and letters. Although her vocabulary sometimes let her down Holly could usually pick out a long word from the random letter tiles just like her aunt, it was about the only think she had in common with the old bint!
Holly had once again bested the world; she had found a way out, she was going to vanquish her enemies and make them pay! She had thought of everything: except to hide her facial expressions and eye movements whilst encoding the message.
“Let’s have a look at that…” Charlotte asked, having spotted her captives suspicious behaviour in the rear-view mirror.
Holly handed the pad over smugly as the car pulled up at a red light. Charlotte barely glanced at it before tearing the top few sheets off and throwing the pad back at Holly;
“Nice try! Again with no hidden messages this time!”
Holly was aghast that her plan had failed.
“You don’t have a good poker face sweetie!” Amanda explained sweetly.
Holly was furious, angrily she wrote out a passive aggressive note for her stupid aunt; which ironically ended up conveying the exact angry and rude tone her aunt would expect from the spoiled brat. She was so angry she wrote the paragraphs in the wrong order so her original hidden message was jumbled up with sections missing. Holly seethed with anger, her rage clouded her thinking and she decided the best way out of this was to simply kick the shit out of this perverted pair of lesbo’s and make a run for it with that fucking remote control. As the car pulled up at Holly’s aunt’s Charlotte’s voice put an end Holly’s plans of violence.
“Oh did I forget to mention that if your boots detect they have moved a certain distance away from either myself or Amanda, they will inject the reagent automatically?” Charlotte asked.
Holly was stunned.
“We both have remote controls… Also one of us needs to push a button every half hour or else they go off automatically” Amanda added.
“Oh my god!” Holly stammered as she was escorted out of the car.
“Yeah we plan for things like secret codes and brutish physical violence!” Charlotte added.
“Please just let me go!” Holly pleaded.
“Sorry you know too much! And if Ath… If it works out with the powers that be, I want you for myself!” Charlotte replied.
Holly was still angry but her calculating mind had been given a new task, she had noted this Athena they had spoken about before but had always been delirious from tickle torture. The way Charlotte stumbled when saying her name made Holly aware it wasn’t something she was supposed to know about. She tried to think of some way to use this to her advantage but as she went around the house nothing came to her. Also she was nervous whenever she got too far away from either Charlotte or Amanda, having no idea what range the remote controls had. Now that she thought about it she had noticed Amanda fiddle with something during the car drive but was too busy writing her note to see which pocket it came from. Her ruminations were cut short as Charlotte decreed;
“Okay, so we got your bags packed quickly enough. Lie down on the bed whilst we tie you to it!....”
“What?!” Holly asked dumbstruck.
“We want some fun!” Amanda added.
Begrudgingly Holly obeyed, fearful of the terrible threat posed by the boots, her forearm still itched.
With scarves Holly’s wrists and ankles were tied to the bed, a blindfold was produced and Holly prayed her aunt got home early to catch these freaks in the act. Holly was certain they were going to tickle her and was glad of the Ugg boots for the protection they gave her ticklish feet, despite hating them and whichever sick bastard invented them. It came as a shock when Charlotte slipped a wet hand down the front of her panties and Amanda began to undress her.
“What are you d… Hey that tingles…” Holly gasped, hating the surprised arousal I her voice. Her crotch began to feel amazing it was like the first time she discovered touching herself in the tub time times a thousand.
“My cruel hand giveth, my cruel hand tortures and my cruel hand taketh away!” Charlotte teased, like the powder and reagent the stimulating gel was her own invention.
“Why are you doing this to me!” Holly asked.
“Believability, humiliation or just a private fantasy… Take you pick!” Charlotte replied as she switched on the vibrator.
Holly sighed as the vibrator made contact with her already wet pussy, as the smooth hard tip was rubbed up and down against her clit her captor mimicked humping her, messing up the bedsheet and winking at one another. Holly hated the fact these creeps were going to force her to orgasm again and didn’t understand why they were doing it. Still she found it hard to resist their administration, her sheets and mattress were already soaked with quim. As she moaned something was stuffed into her mouth. Her protests mixed with her sighs of pleasure, she didn’t know whose it was but she knew it was a sock, by the smell and taste a man’s sock!
“She is amazing isn’t she!” Amanda declared; “Not only is that fake sweat on the sock, No DNA! But she made this tingle-gel. Even without the vibrator it would force you to orgasm in a matter of minutes….”
As Amanda spoke the first orgasm hit Holly like freight truck to be followed by many more. The orgasmic release of the previous night paled in comparison as the full rapture of inescapable bliss washed over her. As Holly continued to Climax her captors began tickling her sides, the gel felt so good Holly barely registered the sensation. Holly still laughed and squirmed the tickling adding the pleasure she felt. ‘Hmm so the association treatment is beginning to take effect’ Charlotte thought to herself as she tickled the backs of Holly’s knees. After ten more minutes of tickling and vibrator play Charlotte decided the time had come. Holly was out of it, she was scarcely aware as Charlotte declared:
“Gel on!”
Charlotte stood poised with a wipe whilst Holly writhed in ecstasy panting for air….
“Gel off!!!” Charlotte declared bringing the wipe down and firmly wiping all the gel away from Holly’s pussy.
It was like someone had switched off a light. Holly took a double take, her pussy still tingled slightly but she had been taken from a nearly unbearable high to a panting but stable half-naked exhausted wreck.
“What!... How is that even possible!” Holly asked dumbstruck.
“Because I am very clever!” Charlotte answered, carefully bagging up the wipe.
“We had better go!” Amanda chimed in
Holly was still trembling as she was given a new pair of panties, her old ones had been thrown into a corner with obvious soiling from the first squirts of quim. As she was guided out of the room Charlotte threw something on the messy bed.
“Hey!” Holly shouted, spotting the arching tied condom mid-air.
“Your aunt and father will be disappointed but from what I have heard not surprised!” Charlotte teased.
“You… fucking!....” Was all Holly could manage as the condom landed in the middle of messy bed, the centrepiece of the character assassination that would prevent Holly’s family from looking for her…
Holly didn’t care what her stupid aunt thought about her but knew this debacle would lengthen her captivity, she could imagine the phone calls between her aunt and her parents and knew it would take them a while to realise she was missing and in danger. Amanda kept grinning at her mistress seeing only the genius and none of the cruelty, lost in Stockholm syndrome and her private fantasy world.
“Again no D.N.A! It’s not just mayonnaise either, it even spells like Jizz!” Amanda excitedly explained, marvelling at her mistress’s ingenuity.
Holly was trembling with rage; these people had tortured and humiliated her, now it was like they had violated her in an entirely different way. She was truly a captive and dreaded the boots that forced her to follow her captors back to the car. This time they decided to Hog-tie her and put her in the boot. It was only when she was tied tight with a rope running between her legs that Holly felt the strange lump in her panties. She looked up into Charlotte’s unforgiving eyes as the car-boot was closed;
“A little treat for the drive home, just pray we don’t get the remotes mixed up!” Charlotte purred.
Holly was furious, tied up like a hostage victim, helpless and subject to involuntary orgasms; she hated the way the residual tingling made her want the vibrating panties to activate. She shouted at the devil as the boot closed and she was engulfed in darkness, she raged as the care drove off. The Nature of her bondage meant that as she moved with the car the rope between her thighs pushed against her vibrator, any pleasure she felt was vastly outweighed by her anger. Holly was still red in the face and full of fury as the boot re-opened after around ten minutes of driving.
“No, sorry! This is too good for you!... Spitting at m!... Secret codes!... Amanda help me get her feet through the hole for ski’s” Charlotte snapped.
Holly struggled but all too soon she was lying on her back her arms cuffed to each side of the car’s boot. To her relief the boots were removed but before she could kick her ankles were seized, wrapped in bandages and guided through the ski compartment leading to the back-seat. As her captors exited the boot Holly noted they had pulled up on an overgrown country road, hopefully a passing car or cyclist would catch them in the act of abducting her, but alas the parcel shelf was pulled over her little prison and the boot was closed.
“Shall I drive mistress?” Amanda meekly asked.
“No, my pet! You have been a good slave lately; I think you deserve a little treat!” Charlotte replied.
Amanda was ecstatic, she clapped her hands with glee and climbed into the back seat of the car. She opened the little drinks compartment, pulling down the shelf to reveal Holly’s pretty feet and a selection of tickle-toys! Charlotte was both imaginative and creative and had found a far better use for this feature of her Swish BMW. Customising it for her own personal tastes. As Charlotte started the car Amanda restrained Holly’s struggling toes in little elastic loops to the top of the ski-compartment. Soon Holly’s soles were totally immobile, from the boot Holly thrashed and screaming into her gag.
Amanda selected a feather to begin with and gently began teasing around Holly’s toes and the delicate areas underneath. This was the soft prelude to the tortures she would inflict upon these captive soles. Slowly Amanda began dragging the sharp quill end of the feathers up and down her victim’s arches, changing pace and speed to keep her administrations unpredictable. Bored with the feather Amanda selected a soft brush and resumed teasing Holly’s delicate toes. She found that one brush breezing between the toes and one quill gave the most tortured muffled cries from the boot. Holly’s muffled cries were music to Amanda’s ears but she wanted to up the tempo. She replaced the feather and brush into their little plastic compartments and took time to ponder which tools to use next. The custom fetish compartment was well stocked; Amanda remembered fondly helping mistress install it and stock it with some of their spare toys, before obediently slipping her feet through the hole for the honour of being the first tickle-victim to ‘road-test’ the highly portable bondage device.
Inside the car boot Holly caught her breath, the cessation in stimulation gave her no respite and as she drew in much needed panicked breathes she anxiously wondered what would tickle her feet next. Holly thought she heard the click and whir of an electric toothbrush and groaned into her gag, she screamed with a start and thousands of pointy bristles attack her arches. The other side of car seats Amanda smiled as she held the whirring electric toothbrush aloft in one hand whilst attacking Holly’s soles with the hairbrush held in the other. With a slow circling movement she lowered the evil bristles to a favourite spot between Holly’s toes and watched as the feet frantically shook in their immobile bondage. From the boot of the car Holly thrashed, Amanda was a masterful torturer and despite not being able to enjoy the view this car drive would seem to take a very long time for Holly. At the traffic lights Charlotte switched off Holly’s vibrator and quickly text messaged Mike asking him if they could pull into the garage, she wanted to join her submissive for a while, the stolen glances in the rear view mirror proving to be a tempting distraction.
Amanda worked through all of the tools stored in the adapted ski-compartment, she found the hairbrush toothbrush combination to be the most effective but also had a soft spot for flossers. Inside the boot of the car Holly had succumbed to silent laughter interspersed with fits of pure rage. Every now and then Amanda would stop to let her catch her breath, not wanting her victim to pass out unconscious. As the car pulled into the garage she scarcely noticed the car come to stop and kept her seat belt on until long after her mistress joined her. With Charlotte’s help two hairbrushes attacked each of Holly’s arches whilst electric toothbrushes and flossers were exchanged between her two captors to explore her toes. Holly couldn’t think, her entire world consisted of the terrible sensations that moved unpredictably over the soft hyper-sensitive skin of her soles. She didn’t notice as the boot opened to Mike’s grinning face. The ark of light was nothing to her she simply kept laughing and crying her body nearly limp.
“Okay let’s tickle her ‘till she passes out so we can get her into the show discretely!” Mike declared.
The tempo of Holly’s foot tickling was taken up a notch and Mike and the big ugly man began tickling her upper body. Holly was too tired to struggle anymore and succumbed to the sensations. She was too out of it to notice the arousal rising in her loins despite the vibrator being switched off; over the past few days she had been tickled and forced to orgasm and her fraught mind was starting to blur the sensations. Any angry pride was long tickled away as she just accepted her torment and hoped to either pass soon. Holly was broken, already well on her way to being an obedient tickle-slave. As darkness washed over her captors and checked their watches.
“Too late to start her in the bed, but we might be able to get her in the stocks!” Mike announced.
Holly awoke swiftly to a sharp minty smell. Her eyes focused on Amanda in a puritan costume holding a small pungent bottle. As she took in her surroundings she struggled, she was stocks and gagged with her arms tied over her head. Fake candlelight flickered and reflected from the glass pane in front of her. With a groan Holly realised she was back in the stocks, they were going to exhibit her and tickle her like they did the day before. She curled her toes against the little loops of string as Amanda left to demonstrate a Scold’s bridle. Holly could hear the interrogation of her handmaiden in the next room, a sure sign that her torture would be next. It was the platinum blonde again only this time her captors were rejected every town she named in a desperate attempt to stop her torture;
“You Lady can’t have fled to Coventry! We know this… Now the truth girl!” Charlotte’s voice rang out.
“Just please stop!....” The helpless handmaiden pleaded.
Holly could hear that the poor thing could take no more, they hadn’t even tickled her this badly yesterday; little did she know it but Holly was the cause of the extra torture. The extra time it took to secure and rouse her from her slumber had added precious minutes to the platinum blonde’s ordeal who had been pushed way past her limits in terms of endurance, true Charlotte could have taken it easy on her but that just wasn’t the dominatrix’s style! Finally the platinum Blonde shouted out;
“YOOOO-OOOO---ORRRK!” And promptly passed out.
Charlotte smiled, it was good to know what the little blonde could take, even if she would have to be excused from torture for the rest of the day. Charlotte had loved the rush she had felt every time her young victim had screamed ‘York’… her agreed safe-word, and desperately tried every other potential destination she could think of.
Now it was time to tickle-torture Holly. Mary had cleaned the powder off her soles so that Charlotte could use her fingertips. As much as fun as the tools had been in the car Charlotte loved feeling the soft, pink and plump flesh of a victim’s feet under her gentle torturous caress. She had been tempted to dig in back when Holly was trapped in the car but knew that contact with even a drop of the reagent would have her trying to bite her fingers off within seconds. As she closed the door she smiled mockingly at Holly. The once headstrong teen looked up with a desperate look of foreboding, she knew there would be no mercy but her eyes betrayed her terror…. ‘Oh this one will make a brilliant tickle-slave!’ Charlotte thought to herself.
Charlotte began slowly, gently tracing the pads of her fingertips up the sides of Holly’s feet and teasing the tops with her sharp nails. When she reached Holly’s little toes she gave the balls of Holly’s feet a barrage of sharp nails before slowly tracing on nail up and down each arch. Holly went insane; suddenly realising her anticipation had been mixed with excitement, and her torment mixed with arousal. There was no stimulation to her pussy and yet she was growing wet. The worst was when Charlotte would stop and gently tease her soles with her palms or her fingers laid flat. This barely tickled but turned Holly on so much she turned red in the face. As the curtains closed the captive teen climaxed long and hard furious with rage that these sick freaks had turned her into one of them.
During Holly’s next exhibition Charlotte was joined by the platinum Blonde who had insisted upon being allowed to join in to make up for her extra torture on the bed. The added clumsy touches prevented Holly’s arousal from getting the better of her. The platinum blonde didn’t know how to play Holly like Charlotte, and even she had the skill wasn’t in on the game. Still the way the newcomer looked down her nose at Holly brought back her rage, she had always hated blondes! Despite not being tickled to orgasm again Holly still became highly aroused and dreading climaxing for the platinum blonde. She was spared this humiliation but not during her next session with Mary who even whispered in her ears;
“Oh yes are you going to cum for me my little sweetheart!” The portly ginger wench cooed.
The revelation that her captor knew exactly what she was doing furthered Holly’s anger but still her frazzled mind betrayed her. Unlike her other torturers Mary did not just focus on Holly’s feet and teased her trapped legs and tormented her writhing upper body. Holly was so consumed by her torture she still felt phantom fingers and feather tickling her soles as her captor explored every inch of her tender young body. Holly hated Mary most of all, and longed to have her racked and tickled unaware that her musings fuelled the fire in her loins. Holly was being moulded into a ‘ler as well as a ‘lee. The captive brunette’s torture continued all afternoon with brief breaks for her to regain her breath. Holly was tickled to orgasm countless times without the need for direct stimulation to her pussy. Her nipples grew hard against the silk of her medieval shift but the gown prevented the crowd from spotting them. Her face grew red with exertion as her captors skilfully teased her soles, it was like there was a direct link between the soles of her feet and her libido. Holly hung with exhaustion as the last session came to an end, she only knew it was the end of the day because almost all of the performers had crowded round in her small cell to drive her to the very limit of her endurance. As the curtain closed they began discussing their plans for the evening.
“So Liz ready to give your old friends the show of their lives?” Mary asked.
“I’m sure they will be far more interested in this sweet young thing!” Liz replied giving Holly’s sides one last squeeze.
“I’m afraid we have other plans for our sweet little princess…” Charlotte replied.
“Did you clear that with…” Mike began
“Oh yes! We are to give this one a bed for the night and some training!” Charlotte interjected.
“Looks like your friends from yesterday will have their dreams of tickling you fulfilled!” Mary teased.
Liz just squirmed, she had roleplayed with some of these guys online and knew just how intense their desires were; she had never let them tickle her in real life though and had earned a reputation as a tease. Liz knew how desperately they longed to tickle her, and how little she could stand it after the goat’s tongue. Liz curled her toes remembering the rough raspy tongues of the goats, her soles had never been this sensitive before. She hoped that the fact she had informed most of her torturer’s to be about this place would give her some quarter from the pent up frustration of her fellow ler’s: but deep down she knew there would be no mercy.
Holly meanwhile sank into a deep weary doze, she was aware of what was happening and being said but could not respond. She knew she was being taken somewhere and guessed merciless tickle torture would await her but could not resist or struggle. She was glad when she was seated in the rear of Charlotte’s BMW instead of being stuffed back into the boot for more road trip entertainment. Holly was starting to rouse from her stupor as she was blindfold and handcuffed by Amanda. She had just realised she was wearing the Ugg boots again and began to explore the straps that prevented her from removing them herself. Didn’t know that the powder had been removed but dreaded the itchy hell that awaited if she disobeyed her captors, her forearm had only just stopped itching. Holly was guided by Amanda and Charlotte from the car; it was a short trip and Holly tried to count the turns, she lost count and was totally disoriented when her blindfold was removed.
Holly’s eyes opened wide with shock. The room she had been guided to was a 21st Century dungeon with tickle art on the walls and bondage devices against every wall. She had been handcuffed with her arms above her head. The young brunette began to panic as she looked around, there were torture devices she couldn’t have imagined all smartly decked out in black padded leather and red leather straps. She didn’t know what her ‘training’ would involve but guessed from the assortment of feathers and tools that tickling would be a prominent means of discipline.
